Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Walking with Dr. Haygood

While the good doctor was in town, there weren't as many whole walking adventures but we did cover streets all around the city. I'm combining all of those bits and pieces here.


First, I must present my new walking shoes! You know they're awesome and you know you're jealous! Your tennis shoes aren't this colorful.

The timing of their arrival couldn't have been better. Let's hear it for the Giants and the NLCS!! Hmmm Baby!

(See what I've done there? Successfully used your, you're, their, they're and now there, correctly. Learn the basics people, it really isn't that hard.)


On Thursday, after I finished work I went to meet up with Dr. Haygood at the Cable Car Museum. As a side note, I love having excuses to do these touristy things. The museum was totally cool. Anyway, I walked from Polk to Post to Mason. And I should really say UP Mason. Luckily at the top, while huffing and puffing I looked down and what should I see? A little gift just for me:
We all know this is my favorite game, but I feel like misspelling the state capital maybe a bit too far. I do however, like that I can see the "A" under the "R" and the street stamper man obviously thought the vowel was of lesser value.


From the Cable Car Museum, we went down
Washington left on Grant, and through Chinatown to North Beach to grab a slice. Not sure exactly what's happening here. It's got the "1" phenomenon certainly, but the last "C" is pretty sloppy. All I can see is: PAC1F10 . . .

After we sat for a bit we hopped a bus halfway and walked from Union to Ellis down Polk Street.
**Shameless self promotion for Project Open Hand's 25th Anniversary of serving Meals with Love in San Francisco.**


On Friday morning, the promise of sailors and fast, loud airplanes had us headed to the Marina. We walked
along Lyon Street to take in the picturesque Lyon Stairway. There were not as many blooms as the last time I was here, but it was still a stairrific sight. Dr. Haygood was quite the trooper (a little pun intended) and seems to be in good spirits here, halfway down the steps.

As it turns out, the neighbors here take care of all of the gardens. One woman spearheaded the effort and turned it into a service project for plethora of groups and organizations. Yay community! (Even when it seems uppity and bougy.) My favorite thing about these stairs is that it's a magnet for outdoor exercise enthusiasts. You're always in the middle of someones intensely sweaty workout while you're here. Hats off to them, going up those stairs more than once at a time is where I draw the line.

We detoured a bit into the Presidio (as the armed forces were really the theme of the day) and took a quick jaunt into Sports Basement (naturally). We walked down Marina Blvd, where this drove me crazy:
Did you misplace the capital 'L'? Sheesh. Needless to say, Stephanie could not have been less interested, while I fixated on the corners folks will cut to get their jobs done...
We continued on to the 'Dateway' for drinks and headed back to the green for a picnic with an air show.

I have officially decided there is nothing hotter than the Blue Angels. Sure sure, it's a military recruiting tool (and a genius tool at that) and it is a waste of precious fuel and tax dollars blah blah blah - At the same time, it might be the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I can barely walk down the street with a companion without bumping into them once or twice and these amazing pilots fly, in formation, at 450 MPH!!!! It was so incredible it took my breath away. And my ability to hear. I loved everything about it.


At the end of the show, we walked along Chestnut St, which is more of Dr. Haygood's scene than Haight St is, and caught the bus home.



On Sunday, I ventured out on my own for a bit before meeting Dr. Haygood for Sunday's A Drag. If you're interested in a Drag Queen Brunch, I highly recommend it. I kept the walk simple, all the way down Sutter from beginning to end. At Fillmore this made me happy, because I feel like the street stampers are now recognizing their errors and making an effort to correct them. It's not a great effort, but an effort none-the-less.

And after passing the 6th Academy of Art building I a) understood this article (and its vehement comments regarding the AofA buildings being everywhere you look) from the Chronicle so much better and b) wished I had photographed them all. Luckily, I captured this one. Yup, it still says First Concrecational Church.


Total Mileage
Friday: 5.32 Sunday: 5.55












And a parting gift from me to you. wooooosh!

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